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What a coincidence!

Qingning's mouth twitched, and said indifferently: "What a coincidence!"

"This is …"

Seeing no reaction from her, Xu Ran walked forward to take a look before stopping.

Who would have thought that a disaster would appear in the Changle Workshop? No matter what, she and him were still nominal unmarried couples.

Although it was only a cooperative relationship, it still needed to pass on face. For her and Xu Ran to appear together in this kind of place, it was really hard to explain.

"Thank you, young master!"

Jin Yaoyao looked at the few people with delicate expressions, breaking this kind of delicate scene gently.

The old procuress, who was originally standing far away, ran over and pulled her to look around. She asked anxiously: "Are you alright, Yaoyao?

She shook her head, her beautiful eyes looking at Qingning, which seemed to flash with light, "It's alright, it's all thanks to young master for supporting me in time!"

In such a short period of time, the aggressive and official madam rushed in from outside. She picked up her husband, who was hugging her left and right with satisfaction, and gave him a good beating.

"Madam, stop hitting me!"

The man was shocked at first, but then he quickly ran away, covering his head with his hands.

All of a sudden, the wine was poured and the floor was in a mess. The woman was valiant. Wherever she went, everyone took a few steps back.

Behind them were seven or eight weak-looking young women. It was as if they had received an infection from her. When they found their husband, they began to cry as they punched each other.

A few of them took the items on the table and threw them towards Jin Yaoyao.

"It's all your fault, you fox spirit. You were the one who lured away my husband's soul!"

"Causing him to linger around every day, making him unable to return home!"

"Cut off her face. Let's see what she'll take out to hook my old master in the future!"

As one of them spoke, he picked up the broken pieces of porcelain and was about to rush over.

The old procuress shouted in a shrill voice, "Stop her, quickly stop them!"

Changle Workshop was a complicated layout, but there had never been so many wives coming here to capture a husband.

Those few wives had obviously come prepared, and had brought quite a few servants with them as well, and they immediately started fighting with Changle Workshop fighters.

The fluttering curtain was torn apart by the 'shua shua' sound. A few men who had dodged quickly were caught by their wives.

The young masters, who had always been putting on airs in front of others, were disconcerted by the sudden appearance of a bunch of ladies. The scene instantly became chaotic.

"I told you to hook up with my old master!"

The person who picked up the broken porcelain suddenly swiped towards Jin Yaoyao.

The old procuress could not bear to see fail, so she pushed Qingning, who was dressed like a teenager, forward and protected him behind her. She quickly said: "Men, men, escort Yaoyao back to his room first!"

She originally wanted to lean over and pull her over, but the Brothel Keeper abruptly pushed her away, and the broken piece of porcelain instead swiped towards her right cheek.

In the blink of an eye, he was already within reach.

The eyes of the person in the room suddenly turned cold as he embraced her with lightning speed. He swept his sleeves and a gust of cold wind blew past.

"Why did you pull her when you had nothing to do?"

His tone was slightly angry, Qingning did not know what he was used to.

At that time, she was also coincidentally standing next to Jin Yaoyao, so she reflexively pulled casually.

Who would have thought that this bawd would be so vicious!

Xu Ran quickly rushed over, and at the same time, the sound of someone falling on the ground sounded out.

Qingning looked up, and the wife who was menacingly approaching him with the broken porcelain pieces fell to the ground.

The broken pieces of porcelain were stuck in the bawd's face, stuck there with fresh blood gushing out.

She covered her face as she screamed, looking very scary.

"Are you alright?"

Xu Ran's face was somewhat pale, and anxiously went forward to ask Qingning. His sleeve had been cut open by a piece of porcelain, but he didn't notice it at all.

"I'm fine!" Qingning replied indifferently.

If it wasn't for the disaster caressing his sleeves, he wasn't sure what would have happened to Xu Ran's right arm, which was shaking like a strand of ink.

Looking back, Qin Huo seemed as if nothing had happened as he sat down on the throne.

However, just as the corner of his black robe fluttered down, the cloud patterns on the side started to appear like clouds slowly moving across the sky.

On the other hand, Qin Muxu shook his Hundred Fans, and asked with interest: "Are you also like them, coming to catch Fourth Uncle and bring him back to the house?"

Qin Huo raised his eyes and looked at, the hint of a smile on his lips seemed to disappear.

Qingning could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "No!"

Although she was a little surprised that a disaster would come to this place, it was understandable for normal men to be here.

Moreover, there would never be a day where he and her would have such a relationship.

Qin Huo's face darkened, his fingertips lightly touching the table without a word.

"Since you are so generous, I am relieved!" Qin Muxu smiled happily, he had an expression of looking at her while saying, "In the future, if there are any peerless beauties, I can call Fourth Uncle to come and enjoy the scenery with me!"

Hearing that, Qingning's face immediately turned cold: If you want to die quickly, then come to this kind of place more often!

Saying so, he kicked the old procuress who was in pain, causing her to faint on the back of her head.

"Huh?"

Qin Muxu was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that it would be better to not say such things to her.

"Let's go!"

With a slight smile on his face, Qin Huo stood up and glanced at the stunned Xu Ran.

The cold field of air around them silently opened up a path, causing everyone to freeze in place.

Only his black clothes, which were like ink, fluttered away from the mess.

"Farewell! Farewell!" Qin Muxu said along with the rest of the young masters. They did not even spare Qingning a glance as they hurriedly followed him out.

What kind of luck was this? After so many years, for the first time ever, he was caught by the Imperial Aunt.

After the disaster had left, the ladies who came to cause trouble resumed their previous series of actions, with a trend that was even more intense than before.

"Xu Ran..." Qingning called out to him, and as he walked out, he dodged all kinds of attacks, not caring the slightest bit about them harming innocent people.

Since it was this chaotic, he might as well take the opportunity to visit Jin Yaoyao's room.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of footsteps in unison. Zhang Qiuhe, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, who was in his forties, led the troops in.

It instantly enveloped the entire Changle Workshop so completely that not even a drop of water could leak out. As soon as he entered, he was shocked by the scene before him.

A group of soldiers separated the ladies who were engaged in a brawl. Usually, they carried a gentle, kind, and demure air, but once they moved, they would not be the slightest bit softhearted.

Zhang Qiuhe asked loudly: "Where is the old procuress?"

Qingning turned back and used his foot to ruthlessly crush the old procuress's palm.

The sound of bones breaking could almost be heard. The old procuress, who had just fainted not long ago, screamed miserably as she jumped up and down.

"Are you the bawd?"

Someone asked.

Only then did the woman in the square react and went forward to help the old procuress up. The old procuress, whose face was rosy and pale, came forward to greet him, "Yes, yes, I am the old procuress here. What orders do you have, Master Zhang?"

The two of them had obviously known each other before. Zhang Qiuhe was still shocked by her actions, and said in a deep voice: "What's going on here today, how could you make such a big fuss of it!"

They were all beaten black and blue by their wives, and all of them used their sleeves to cover their faces.

He still had to save some face for meeting others outside. Today, he had lost so much face that he had lost face to his maternal grandma.

"Vice Minister Zhang!" The sturdy woman who had rushed in the most before walked forward and said: "I wonder what kind of demonic technique this woman from Changle Workshop used to make our husband stay home day after day for more than half a month!"

"Mistress Yang?"

It was obvious that this was the wife of Yang Hanlin, the elder of Yongan who had a valiant reputation. Previously, he only dared to sneakily raise her in a side room.

Zhang Qiuhe was startled, "Don't speak nonsense, all the demonic techniques and techniques in this world are nonsense!"

Beside him, a group of disheveled ladies said while wiping their tears, "If it weren't for the fact that these Changle Workshop foxes are too good at mischief, how could we have ended up like this?!"

"My master even sold his entire family property and wants to deliver it to the hands of this Hong Yan. We have no way to live …"

Qingning frowned slightly. In this era, it was extremely normal for men to have three wives and four concubines.

One or two of them could be considered normal, but with so many men giving up their wives at a similar time for a girl with Changle Workshop, it was somewhat inconceivable.

"These people are more or less the same as the members of the Bai Clan in the hall during the day!"

As he spoke, he walked towards Zhang Qiuhe and clasped his hands together: "Sir Vice Minister!"

The girls all started to cry, and none of them were playing around, so Zhang Qiuhe quickly said: "Lord Xu, you were here a while ago, have you gotten anything yet?"

It was said that it was difficult for officials to cut off family affairs, let alone these noble family affairs.

"Master, you've discovered the Return of Spring rouge, who was reported to us by the Yongan Palace!"

Outside the door, a young man was escorted in by a guard with a wooden box in his hand.

what was imprinted was the mark of the Myriad Herbs Pavilion. Qingning saw it with a single glance, her phoenix eyes went slightly cold, and a bad premonition involuntarily born inside her heart.

The young man who was being escorted in raised his head. Obviously, he was one of the Myriad Herbs Pavilion's managers, Zhang He.

Zhang Qiuhe's face congealed, and shouted sternly: "Speak, who are you? What was in this box? Why did you bring this thing into the Changle Workshop? "